A very strange thing

It looked like an egg on the outside. but the "shell" was soft. It had burst open and inside was this slightly sticky and rather firm jelly. Any idea what that is? I don't.

It was under the hazel at the coppice.

I'd had a good day. It was raining so there seemed to be fewer people around and none of that horrendous on-going barking. Still, all the dogs were off their leads. Two sweet whippets ran over to me. I was barked at by a terrier and a spaniel and a lurcher chased a muntjac.

I cut down a lot of hazel. Much of it had to go in my firewood and brash piles. The billhook was nice and sharp. My new Silky saw, a "Big Boy", was very good.

The rain was "wet" rain - constant heavy drizzle that gets into everything, but I didn't mind. My hands didn't get too cold and I had waterproofs on.

Part of me thinks it's pointless. I won't be able to do enough to really make a difference. And I bet no one ever even looks at my neatly stacked firewood, posts/stakes and binders. Even so, I love doing it. I love being in the service of the hazel.

While there, each time, I have heard a knocking, I suppose it must be a woodpecker eating, but it sounds quiet... at first I thought it was thrushes opening snail shells on their anvils. this is after all where I took all those pictures of snails on trees. But really, I still don't know.

I still haven't seen anything bar a squirrel and a very few birds. They are there though. In my mind and in the landscape. I'm in a world of more-than-human beings.I am being a being among them.